Ahh, I about put the MIL in the hospital this afternoon. I was cooking dinner and when the Mr. came home, let him know I was irritated that the table was not set, that I'd have to get out the plates and butter and salad dressing while I was grilling and doing everything else. He grabbed the plates and took them to the table. It almost killed her - as soon as she saw he had to set the table she began having shooting pains that, according to her, "go down her back and neck and into her breasts and down her side." She had to sit down. I guess this is a common problem of hers - though her doctor has never found a cause (perhaps she needs to see a psychologist rather than an MD?).
I first realized her terrible affliction when I saw her clutching her side at the table while I was fetching and carrying and said "What's your problem?"
She said, "I've got this pain."
I said, as I went to get the corn, "I know what you mean!"
I don't think she liked that very much, she made sure Brian knew the details of her illness. As I'd just been ranting to him in the kitchen - she didn't get as much sympathy as she wanted. And all this after I'd had a marvelous day with Shameless and was feeling very relaxed and content.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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